Whoa, song is hard! Takin' over the club with the what, The 1st Division!
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Story behind the song
Raw mixtape beat, murdered the track.
Lyrics
Break:
Now the Bizness was sargin’ all through the night
And Clockwork was too tryna lay the pipe
And we go, go dumb, go go go dumb
We get stuey uey uey retarded and have fun
The 2 1st Division boy’s run the club
And we’re gon tear this mutha up cause we don’t give a fuck what
Hook:
Bane Bizness Clock
Do it movin’ never stop(Can’t stop, won’t stop, don’t stop, fuck ya)
Cause we don’t give a fuck
So get them glasses up
My neezies
Outta dank
Outta drank better cop(Get the green, get the heem, everything yadameen)
Get gon’ until you drop
Or til’ you’ve had enough
My beezies
Bane Verse:
(The Bizness)
Walk into the club
Fresh ta death
Stunna shades and boas on
And beezy on my left arm
Niggaz to the right gone
Off the dank, drank, thizz, shrooms, coke, hop
Won’t stop
Lookin’ for a new bop
So I do the typical
Sarging analytical
Look around the club until the Bizness gets a visual
Bitch is physical
Goin’ dumb on the dance floor
But she brings it to a halt
And I want an encore c’mon
Mama
Do it to impress the B
Do it to bring out the jealousy
In the beezie next to me
Or
Come on over
Take a sip of this cola
Let me beat up the chocha
You’ll explode like a nova
What
Hook
Clockwork Verse:
Bane and Clock are 2 cats you’ll never forget
Get to rummaging through the club like a Vietnam Vet
Through the jungles, niggas better show me respect
Cause like thunder, I’m crashin’ parties with The Bizness
I’m more serious, than cardiac arrest
When it comes to knockin’ beezies you better step outta my path
When we step into the buildin’ my neezies put up your glass (Aye)
And to all of you beezies you can get to shakin’ your ass (Aye)
If it ain’t poppin’, I’m sippin’ Remi-Martin
And it’s nothin’ cause my game remains fat like Eric Cartman (What!)
My niggas coppin’ everything on the menu
And if there’s not a beezy in site, dip to another venue
Hook